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They crept past the bear without incident, though Slutcat did make a comment about how Sworddog wasn't even sneaking yet they still passed without waking the beast.

"Well, maybe I'm just naturally quiet." Sworddog protested.

"Sure you are. With all those swords on your back rattling around. Quiet as a mouse."

Sworddog looked at his back. "Slutcat, there's only one blade on my back and it's an ebony dagger. In a sheath."

"SHHHH! We don't talk about that! It's a bunch of bare swords and don't forget it. Now let's move on," Slutcat said, stealing a glance at the audience and the heinously inept author-cum-modder who couldn't make a proper Sworddog mod.

Ralof had gone on ahead as they passed a large, lit fire.

"Wait," Slutcat stopped, looking at the fire. "Who lit that?"

"They must have some magical cave-gnomes that keep all torches lit and refueled. I guess," Sworddog postulated, though Slutcat was unconvinced.

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But Ralof was calling to them, "That looks like the way out! I knew we'd make it!"

They stepped out into a dark and starry night, but instantly the screech of a dragon far overhead had Ralof huddling behind a rock.

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"Wait! There he goes. Looks like he's gone for good this time. No way to know if anyone else made it out alive. But this place is going to be swarming with Imperials soon enough. We'd better clear out of here. My sister Gerdur runs the mill in Riverwood, just up the road. I'm sure she'd help you out. It's probably best if we split up. Good luck. I wouldn't have made it without your help today. You know, you should go to Windhelm and join the fight for free Skyrim. You've seen the true face of the Empire here today. If anyone will know what the coming of the dragon means, it's Ulfric."

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"Um... Ralof. There's something I should tell you," Slutcat said, continuing to walk beside the big Nord. "I'm not from around here. You might say I'm from another world, though technically that's not accurate."

Sworddog interrupted, "Slutcat! Are you sure you want to be telling this?"

Slutcat shook her head at her canine friend. "We'd be dead without Ralof's help too Sworddog. But we still need his help."

"What? What should I know?" Ralof asked, continuing to walk down the trail.

"It's hard to explain, but we're kinda from your future. I don't know much of anything about this place," Slutcat admitted.

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"That does explain a lot. Like why you don't talk like the other khajiits for one," Ralof mused. "And you didn't know about healing potions... Maybe you'd better stay with me till we reach Riverwood anyway."

Slutcat agreed, "Thanks Ralof. I really wouldn't know where to go anyway. Can I... um... Can I give you a hug?"

Ralof stopped and took the khajiit in his arms. "Of course you can. But nothing more! It's late and it's dangerous to be out in the wild at night."

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"Hey! Why don't I get a hug?" Sworddog protested, but no one was listening. When the hug turned into a rather passionate kiss, she started barking. "Hey! That's enough of THAT! You're not alone here you know. I swear Slutcat if you start mating with this big lug I'll piss on you both! STOP THAT!"

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The two finally separated, Ralof looking embarrassed.

"Sorry Slutcat. I know you would like more from me. But I can't."

Slutcat started strolling down the path happily anyway. "Oh, no problem Ralof. No problem at all. Sometimes a girl just needs to know she still has 'it', you know? I was beginning to think something was wrong with me. Just consider that kiss as payment for services rendered. Now where's this Riverwood place? A girl needs her beauty rest you know!"

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"Nothing wrong with you, Slutcat," Ralof assured her, catching up. "It's still a way off though."

They walked side by side down the trail with Sworddog following close behind as the moon dropped lower across the sky and morning birds began to call. Before long they came to three odd stone pillars.

Ralof stopped and ushered Slutcat up onto the platform where the stones stood. "These are the Guardian Stones, three of the thirteen ancient standing stones that dot Skyrim's landscape. Go ahead, see for yourself. If you touch them, they're said to bestow a blessing according to your path in life. One for the mage, one for the warrior, and that one for the thief."

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Slutcat looked at the stones. "A blessing for a thief? You know, thievery isn't exactly an approved life-path where I come from. Do they LIKE thieves here or something?"

"Oh no. If you're caught stealing the authorities will assess a fine or throw you in prison."

"Seems odd that someone would make a one of these for thieves then. Where's the Murderer's Stone?"

Ralof chuckled. "I don't think there is one for Murderers or Assassins."

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Slutcat looked at her companion. "Think they'll work on Sworddog?" she asked Ralof.

Ralof considered the question a moment then shrugged. "Maybe. She can talk, so I suppose so."

"Thanks for noticing me, lover boy," Sworddog said. She walked over directly to the Warrior Stone and touched it with her paw. Nothing happened.

"I thought there would be, like... sparks or something. Shouldn't something happen?" Slutcat asked.

"Nothing you can see. They're supposed to help in your chosen path, but who knows if they really do anything. Seems like a lot of effort to build them if they don't do anything though, doesn't it?" Ralof pointed out.

"Wouldn't be the first time a lot of effort was put into something worthless. Looks like three giant dildos to me." Slutcat said as she looked at the engraved images.

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"Oh no. These are far too big for giant women. They prefer rounded off mammoth tusks."

"No, I didn't mean dildos for giants... Wait!!!" Slutcat turned to face Ralof with a shocked look.

"Well, they do!" he protested.

"Do you often watch giant women with their mammoth tusks?" Slutcat eyed Ralof with a lewd expression.

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"You know... when you're a kid you, sort of, get up to stuff. Curiosity stuff." Ralof stammered but Slutcat had moved on to the mage stone.

"Here goes nothing!" she said and touched the stone. Nothing happened.

Ralof commented, "Mage, eh? Well, to each his own. It's not for me to judge."

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"No, it's not. Ralof, look at me. Does this look like the body of a Warrior to you? I can't even lift an axe."

"Point taken. Though there's one called the Lover Stone around Markarth if you ever get out that way."

"Oooo! Does it make you a better lover?"

Ralof shrugged. "Probably."

"I can imagine what that one has carved on it!"

"It's just an engraving of a woman. I checked."

"Oh. What a missed opportunity," Slutcat said as they returned to the path, though Sworddog noticed there was a lot more touching going on as they walked.

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"It looks like the morning is coming and I'm getting awfully sleepy. Let's find this Riverwood and get to bed."

Sworddog growled.

"To sleep." Slutcat amended.

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